Imperial Iron

"Here you go!"

Ning Xiaochuan and Hua Qinglian had been thoroughly fleeced. Each handed over a thousand Earth-Grade Profound Stones to Monk Tan Qian in exchange for a Buddhist scripture.

For Hua Qinglian, a thousand Earth-Grade Profound Stones was not an especially large sum. But he found it hard to swallow this insult, and his resentment toward Monk Tan Qian ran deep.

Ning Xiaochuan had been poor to begin with. Those thousand Earth-Grade Profound Stones had come from the Cosmos Ring of a great demon from the Saint Fish Race. They had barely warmed in his hands before falling into Monk Tan Qian's pocket, so his resentment toward the monk was even deeper!

"Amitabha! Excellent! Excellent!"

Monk Tan Qian's eyes crinkled into slits with laughter. He immediately put away the two bags of Earth-Grade Profound Stones, afraid Ning Xiaochuan and Hua Qinglian might snatch them back.

The three unfolded the Buddhist scriptures, wrapped them around themselves, and flew toward the ruined tower.

When they entered the layer of freezing currents, the Buddhist scriptures around them truly emitted dazzling Buddha Light. Golden Sanskrit characters flew from the scrolls, transforming into a golden net of Buddha Script that wrapped around them and shut out the cold.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

They broke through two layers of freezing currents in succession and arrived beneath the ruined tower.

Only when they stood beneath the ruined tower did they truly sense its vast aura. It was like an ancient deity standing before them, radiating an age-old, primitive charm.

If an ordinary cultivator stood beneath the ruined tower, he would certainly be unable to resist kneeling in worship.

The base of the ruined tower had apparently been severed by some sharp weapon. The break was jagged and uneven, covered entirely in yellow rust.

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